To Paul the bauble was a bit of the warm wonder that was she.
"How are you going to keep it ?" she asked.
He hoicked a bit of his shirt-tail from his breeches and proceeded to knot the cornelian heart secure therein.

Maisie fled rapidly on the verge of hysterics, After that the school treat had but one meaning for Paul.

He fed, it is true, in Pantagruelian fashion on luscious viands, transcending his imagination of those which lay behind Blinks the confectioner's window in Bludston: there he succumbed to the animal; but the sports, the swing-boats, the merry-go-round, offered no temptation.

He hovered around Maisie Shepherd like a little dog-quite content to keep her in sight.

And every two or three minutes he fumbled about his breeches to see that the knotted treasure was safe.
The day sank into late afternoon.